Luka Forrester

At the sting of her nails Luka falls headlong over the edge. He gasps and shudders against her, cumming with a heavy sigh and a long roll of his hips. There’s a soft exhale, too deep and quiet to be a moan, at the end and he leans bonelessly into Kaivodulin. Slowly catching his breath, he kisses her neck, her jaw, her long hair and the emerald etching of the scales on her cheek.